“I know, but we could learn more about each other since we are roomies for the next few days or weeks.” I couldn’t resist and glanced at the dance of Hunter’s muscles as he moved.
Pinching the crooked nail, he pressed it against the beam and slightly tapped it to straighten it. The nail didn’t cooperate. Hunter took a deep breath and tossed it into a bucket. “Fine. I’ll go first.”
“But we should set rules.”
“Rules?” Hunter gave a huffy laugh and started to hammer the nail, shaking his head at whatever thought he was thinking.
“You can ask five questions, and then it’s my turn.”
“Any other rules?”
“Answer quickly with what comes first to mind. And nothing too personal.”
“I thought the point of this game was to learn more about each other,” he said, his voice tinged with irritation. Hunter dropped the hammer, grabbed his shirt off a post, and wiped his face with it.
“Yes, but you can’t ask me, say, if I’d prefer a strawberry or a banana-flavored condom.” I needed to smack myself for saying that.
Hunter’s movement paused, and then he chuckled. “I know for sure it won’t be coconut flavor.” He cleared his throat. “Okay. No condom questions.” He did a quick sweep around the beach with his eyes. “Watermelon… or vanilla-flavored…” His gaze turned to mine. My temperature skyrocketed, and I tilted my head in a warning. His mouth turned into a cocky grin. “Chapstick.”
“Vanilla.”
“Fiction or nonfiction?”
“Fiction.”
“City or countryside?”
“City.”
“Rain or snow?”
“Sun.”
“That wasn’t part of the question,” Hunter said.
“I know, but I didn’t like either option.”
“The last question is…” He drummed his fingers on the wooden beam we worked on. “Over or under?”
My skin lit on fire again. “Hunter!”
“What?”
“We agreed. No personal questions.”
He did a double look at me with surprise. “Was that too personal?”
“Of course it was. Asking me if I enjoy having sex on top or not is way too personal.”
He stared at me. I stared back at him. He threw his head and laughed. “That’s not what I meant.”
I was confused now. “Then what did you mean?”
“Toilet paper: over or under?”
I banged my forehead on the tree trunk and my shoulders shook with laughter. “I’m such an idiot.”
“Not an idiot. But we know where your mind goes.”
